What but ambiguities, abruptness, and dark transitions, can be expected from the historian who is, at the same time, the sufferer of these disasters? CBB’s insight is a bitter drink of intoxicating sobriety. But where from there? The Deleuzean circle drawn. The backdoor to chaos identified. Now what? What do we do caught up in chaotic systems built on organizing principles we didn’t invent, existing well before our arrival, and taken out of context, decontextualized, and recontextualized hundreds of times over? Flip burgers? Data Entry? Mindless self-indulgence? Pragmatic salvation via political mastery that channels adolescent angst? Revel ironically…nihilistically…while the world burns and pawns unwittingly wield spectral flags doused in invisible oil? I’m lost among the lost.